Noctisardor Bypass believe in me and I'll believe in you

She didn't appear eager to share. Glaukos couldn't fault her for that, and was patient as he ate, not expecting much beyond some pleasant lies. Instead he got a glimpse in to Druid's past which he appreciated and could, to some extent, commiserate with.

Being loyal was not a bad thing, he would have pointed out if it had mattered.

She asked about him, next.

I never knew them. He couldn't remember them at all, and only knew his father had been loyal to Merrick before his death. When he tried to think of his mother he wouldn't see anything in his minds eye, but there'd always be a strange metallic taste in his mouth that was unsettling.

I was fed by a family that lived there, but I wouldn't say raised. We weren't close. Except they had been, in that diabolical sense, because they were cultists and he was meant to serve and protect Avicus; really, that had been Glaukos' first duty in life. He did not want to think about it.

You sound like you had it good, for a while anyway.